Wayward: Wayward Pines: 2 (The Wayward Pines Trilogy)

by Blake Crouch

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. —John Milton, Paradise Lost If you look out at nature, you find that as you tend to see suspended animation, you tend to see immortality. —Mark Roth, PhD (Cell Biologist)

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present. Work hard, be happy, and enjoy your life in Wayward Pines! —Notice

Where communication had devolved into the tapping of tiny letters and humanity lived by and large for the endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new email.

Shakespeare could have been writing about Pines: All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts. Ethan

that you have access to. She worked for me. She was due back in the mountain late last night from a mission. Never showed.” “She worked for you as what? A spy?”

“Never assume you know where someone else is coming from.”

Leaning over, he kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “Sweet dreams, my sweet Alyssa.” When he opened

right.” “Ethan’s wife.” “Yes.” Pilcher said, “Are you in love with her?” “I am actually.” “And is she in love with you?”